All the main buildings sit on the edge of the cliff (or hang a wee bit over it) and there were times when it felt as if we were eating, or singing, or walking in the clouds.
The entire time I spent at Women’s Institute was refreshing, encouraging, joy filled, thought provoking and filled with laughter and kindness. And there was beauty everywhere- both inside and out.
My favorite moments where the ones where I got to just sit and listen.
When I was able to listen to someone other me – or my nervous, chattering mind- talk.
Listening to other peoples stories, their jokes, their hearts, was water on parched land.
I don’t know if this is true of Episcopals world wide, but the ones in Arkansas have a very strong bent towards the arts, design and things handmade. Even the dining hall at Camp Mitchell is beautiful.
But not everything there is tall ceilings and glossy finishes.
Simple beauty is celebrated around every corner as well.